Dear Universe/Source/Abraham/Goddess/All That Is
I want to live! I want to produce, create, be energized, love, live, smile, skip, lift weights, walk fast, have friends, love Clo and Aimee.
Today I am grumpy. It is tiresome that this goes on and on. I want to be strong, vigorous, and happy again.
I want to let go of financial fears. I want to focus on abundance, richness, friendships, family, loving, being loved.
I want to live fully, joyfully, abundantly, creatively, happily.
I want to live a full and rich and energetic and healthy life.
I am feeling frightened. I don't know why. I have some concerns for Edie. But actually doubt that is the issue. I think this is about me! I MUST feel my creative self producing, connecting, alive, and vital. I don't want to sleep away my days. I do want to sleep and be refreshed during the night. I do want to create and connect. Please help me know what I know.
I feel stuck. I feel stopped. I feel ready to move forward. I feel ready to be creative and productive. I long for my life to be rich and full of beauty, love, aliveness, positive energy, satisfaction, connecting...
I blow away the clouds of discontent. I feel the strength of my breath and the urgency of my desire. I puff and puff. I lift my head and laugh. I am delighted in my imagery.
Grey clouds are full of tears and storms. Flashes of lightening ignite my discontent. My tears would bring relief if I could give them up. I hold on tight. Trying with all my might to walk on a gentle path of non-resistance. I am trying to find clarity in my words and peace for my mind.
I search for connection beyond my limited perimeters. I intend to push the boundaries I have imposed on myself. My inside soul and spirit clash with the claps of thunder from the storm of growth. I am afraid. I don't understand my fear. It has no definition, nor colour, sound, or smell. There is no image. My body vibrates with the fear of nothing.
I must be mad. Or stupid. I know I am not mad. I doubt I am stupid. I am in transition. Again! That is a good thing. It means I am alive and intend to stay that way for a long time. Because I think this "new" life I am beginning will take rather a while to...what? This new life will take a while to unfold, to BE. I am impatient with the secrets I hold in my heart. What might those secrets be? I must be very still and listen carefully. When the storm subsides, I will be able to learn about the secrets my heart has carried, has tried to share with me, has stormed at me for years about. I have nearly given in to my fear and self imposed and self supposed, limitations.
It is very still outside right now. A quiet, subtle storm brewing. It may takes days to release. But it is there. The storm I carry in my heart may be settling. Or maybe not. It is time for me to listen some more. When I listen, I often fall asleep. When I awaken, sometimes I am refreshed. I heal quietly. I am in a rush. And my body won't let me hurry. This is my time.... and I don't know what to do with it.
Blessings. Write to me. In gratitude and with caring, Nancy Ross
Today I am grumpy. It is tiresome that this goes on and on. I want to be strong, vigorous, and happy again.
I want to let go of financial fears. I want to focus on abundance, richness, friendships, family, loving, being loved.
I want to live fully, joyfully, abundantly, creatively, happily.
I want to live a full and rich and energetic and healthy life.
I am feeling frightened. I don't know why. I have some concerns for Edie. But actually doubt that is the issue. I think this is about me! I MUST feel my creative self producing, connecting, alive, and vital. I don't want to sleep away my days. I do want to sleep and be refreshed during the night. I do want to create and connect. Please help me know what I know.
I feel stuck. I feel stopped. I feel ready to move forward. I feel ready to be creative and productive. I long for my life to be rich and full of beauty, love, aliveness, positive energy, satisfaction, connecting...
I blow away the clouds of discontent. I feel the strength of my breath and the urgency of my desire. I puff and puff. I lift my head and laugh. I am delighted in my imagery.
Grey clouds are full of tears and storms. Flashes of lightening ignite my discontent. My tears would bring relief if I could give them up. I hold on tight. Trying with all my might to walk on a gentle path of non-resistance. I am trying to find clarity in my words and peace for my mind.
I search for connection beyond my limited perimeters. I intend to push the boundaries I have imposed on myself. My inside soul and spirit clash with the claps of thunder from the storm of growth. I am afraid. I don't understand my fear. It has no definition, nor colour, sound, or smell. There is no image. My body vibrates with the fear of nothing.
I must be mad. Or stupid. I know I am not mad. I doubt I am stupid. I am in transition. Again! That is a good thing. It means I am alive and intend to stay that way for a long time. Because I think this "new" life I am beginning will take rather a while to...what? This new life will take a while to unfold, to BE. I am impatient with the secrets I hold in my heart. What might those secrets be? I must be very still and listen carefully. When the storm subsides, I will be able to learn about the secrets my heart has carried, has tried to share with me, has stormed at me for years about. I have nearly given in to my fear and self imposed and self supposed, limitations.
It is very still outside right now. A quiet, subtle storm brewing. It may takes days to release. But it is there. The storm I carry in my heart may be settling. Or maybe not. It is time for me to listen some more. When I listen, I often fall asleep. When I awaken, sometimes I am refreshed. I heal quietly. I am in a rush. And my body won't let me hurry. This is my time.... and I don't know what to do with it.
Blessings. Write to me. In gratitude and with caring, Nancy Ross
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